So I landed quite late and so it was around 11pm-ish local time when I could wander round, having dropped my bags off at the apartment. Here it is by the way, was lovely: https://www.booking.com/Share-6uZpGp

I was based at Kamari, the black sand beach. I was very close to the coast and along it were many bars and restaurants, though some were closed. I wandered around, had some drinks but hadn’t accounted for the free-pouring of the spirits. No Weights and Measures Act here. I ended up sitting alone in a trendy bar further along the coast, bopping to recognisably English language songs.

Across the way, there was a couple clearly celebrating something and they had Champagne buckets delivered out. They invited myself and others over and we had a good time chatting and dancing. I apparently met a couple of French ladies that night, whom I didn’t recall until a couple of days later.

Anyway, it was a fun time! But on the way home I clearly fell over a fair bit. My clothes were wet the next morning, covered in the famous black sand, and my hangover was BANGING. I had clearly overestimated my constitution, a side effect of aging. Oh well, what lovely scenery to be disabled in!